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[crisis_control]

Feeling those huge, immensely powerful hindquarters coming up under you feels like finality. Feels nothing like the thoroughbreds I've ridden (then again, I've never ridden TBs of this calibre. The closest I've come is a bad tempered palomino quarterhorse, who only ran about 50 meters before stopping). And I'd never thought I'd say this - but at this point I am very thankful to all the horses who have decided to randomly take off with me for fun (including this OTHER Andalusian with a huge canter - let's just call him Brat) because my instincts have (finally, finally) graduated to point where I have the ability to sit back, get my thighs on and heels off and steer. And thanks to Brat, I learnt the hard way how to slow down a madly cantering Andalusian without pulling on the reins. [1] And right now I'm thanking God that the only aches I have are from the strain of staying on and not from close encounters with the ground.

[1] Pulling on the reins only makes Brat go faster. Brat only slows down if you sit down hard in the saddle and use your core strength to hold him back, but this is a problem when there is mad cantering involved.

I think - I can't be quite sure - but I think is the first true blue spook-(buck)-and-run I've had. I've had this other gelding try to get me off three times in ten minutes before, but he's far too lazy to run off after bucking or rearing.

Comments

[novel_machinist]

Good job to not falling!! Your posts make me want to go riding.